In a twenty-five, I do fifty, move swiftly
Pull up with the doohickey, if you move iffy, turn you Ricky
Can't choose between which, I'm too picky
Stuck with this paper, this shit glued to me, all I keep it is two fifties
In a twenty-five, I do fifty, move swiftly
Pull up with the doohickey, if you move iffy, turn you Ricky
Can't choose between which, I'm too picky
Stuck with this paper, this shit glued to me, all I keep it is two fifties
I be so conflicted, one minute, I miss the bitch, next, I don't even wanna hit
Ain't never my intention to get in your grits and act like a nigga wanna be a part of it
Then I get so mixed in with my dick in that I lose all thought and grip
And then I'm at fault again 'cause I don't never get it together when I fall
I slip back into some pussy again, askin', "What you cookin' for din'?"
Got a nigga rappin' 'bout bitches and tribulations they be puttin' me in
Won't even walk up, make a bitch carry a nigga
Give me fifteen minutes or a lil' more, she'll be wantin' to marry a nigga
For that pussy, I'll bury a nigga, what the fuck am I sayin'? That ain't pimpin'
I'm out in Richmond with half a P at Krogers spot eatin' fishes
It's so wicked how just like your ass, the plot done thickened
Saw a nigga with a pot and thought I was fixin' grits, nah, bitch, this a brick simmer
Tried to spit it, but, bitch, you just didn't listen, but of course you good at that
You only friendly when a nigga give in and when I scratch that puddy-tat
Tried to steal my heart in the beginnin' until I told you to put it back
Even got her sixty-round extensions, just so that I fully snatch 'em
In a twenty-five, I do fifty, move swiftly
Pull up with the doohickey, if you move iffy, turn you Ricky
Can't choose between which, I'm too picky
Stuck with this paper, this shit glued to me, all I keep it is two fifties
In a twenty-five, I do fifty, move swiftly
Pull up with the doohickey, if you move iffy, turn you Ricky
Can't choose between which, I'm too picky
Stuck with this paper, this shit glued to me, all I keep it is two fifties
Bitch, you ain't did nothin', so you ain't get no dick from me, if you did, we would've been fuckin'
Now she wanna blow up the 'Lac for the lack of it like Puff did Kid Cudi
Sent niggas that slid on me, put a fib on me, told them crackers I hit on you
After all that did for you, bread that I spent and I can't get a ten from you
Is it really done? Wish I'd put a nigga on a shirt like Whitty Huton
Stingy bitch tried to take the swear jar cash out the kitchen cupboard
Movin' too fast, gon' make a nigga crash into a ditch or somethin'
I'll sell you somethin', but if them crackers ask, you ain't get it from me
I can't cuff her, this bitch like two Whitney, Louis luggage ain't gon' make you Whitley
I ain't stuntin' this time, I'm through with it
Said I was gon' pop out and beat that pussy 'til I became pacifist
But I'll pull up pushin' one-sixty just to get to it a little bit faster, bitch
In a twenty-five, I do fifty, move swiftly
Pull up with the doohickey, if you move iffy, turn you Ricky
Can't choose between which, I'm too picky
Stuck with this paper, this shit glued to me, all I keep it is two fifties
In a twenty-five, I do fifty, move swiftly
Pull up with the doohickey, if you move iffy, turn you Ricky
Can't choose between which, I'm too picky
Stuck with this paper, this shit glued to me, all I keep it is two fifties
